For a large-swelling dignity, proud and high born,
Who claims that his status is bright as the morn,
To get down and meekly acknowledge the corn,
And squeeze himself through the small end of a horn,
Suggests that a little less premature crowing,
A little more system, a little more knowing,
Some better kept books and more accurate showing,
Are best, in the long run, for our underwriters,
To save them the sneers and the jeers of backbiters,
The scoffs of the public, the quips of the writers,